This one goes out to our Australian friend Brendon because he's simply brilliant.
The Tazmanian DevilMunich was awesome. We arrived at our hostel to discover that they had set us up in the couples beds, meaning two guys to a bed. After settling in we decided to check out happy hour at our hostel bar and maybe have a beer. That 1 beer turned into a whole lot more dangerously quick, while battling some Irish guys on a stag in an epic trivia dual. When Greg discoverd a mysterious thermos of cold tea under his pillow the next morning, we met Brendon. It was a match made in heaven.
We hadn't even gotten started yet. The next day was Nick's birthday, which got off to a good start with beer from the supermarket for a mere 50 cents a litre. We continued the festivities at happy hour where Tristan found us a 40 year old escort and convinced us accompany him to a kareoke bar where Dave and Tristan decided to test their luck on stage. We managed to secure a safe return to our hostel bar, where our night had just begun. Brendon led us on a wild goose chase for a club that did not want to be found. The details begin to severly blur at this point but all in all we woke up in our beds the next morning.
Saturday was spent in recovery but did include an appearance at happy hour.
Sunday we went to a ridiculously large science and technology museum and only saw a fraction of the cool stuff inside. That night we met up with some familiar faces whom you may recognize, Ms Chanelle Allen and Ms Haley McDonald. We decided to partake in a beer tour with the girls and Brendon around the famous beer halls of Munich. It began with a produtive hour of open bar at our hostel. From there we went to the Augustiner where we enjoyed the largest, darkest and strongest beers of our drinking lives. Next we moved on to another beer hall whose name escapes us now. However we did not last long after Tristan made a mochery of the bathroom and forced our tourguide Paul to quickly evacuate us from the situation. After Paul abondoned us in the next bar, the tour could not function as a pack without a leader and split into several smaller tribes. We all woke up in our own beds. Tristan had left Greg a little surprise the night before. By surprise we mean a tar-like substance that he claims originated in his stomach. We've never seen Greg move that fast. What was once two in the top bunk quickly became three. It was really cozy.
The next day we said farewell to our friends and recovered at our hostel.
The rest of Munich was pretty uneventful as we set out for Zagreb the following day.
We hadn't even gotten started yet. The next day was Nick's birthday, which got off to a good start with beer from the supermarket for a mere 50 cents a litre. We continued the festivities at happy hour where Tristan found us a 40 year old escort and convinced us accompany him to a kareoke bar where Dave and Tristan decided to test their luck on stage. We managed to secure a safe return to our hostel bar, where our night had just begun. Brendon led us on a wild goose chase for a club that did not want to be found. The details begin to severly blur at this point but all in all we woke up in our beds the next morning.
Saturday was spent in recovery but did include an appearance at happy hour.
Sunday we went to a ridiculously large science and technology museum and only saw a fraction of the cool stuff inside. That night we met up with some familiar faces whom you may recognize, Ms Chanelle Allen and Ms Haley McDonald. We decided to partake in a beer tour with the girls and Brendon around the famous beer halls of Munich. It began with a produtive hour of open bar at our hostel. From there we went to the Augustiner where we enjoyed the largest, darkest and strongest beers of our drinking lives. Next we moved on to another beer hall whose name escapes us now. However we did not last long after Tristan made a mochery of the bathroom and forced our tourguide Paul to quickly evacuate us from the situation. After Paul abondoned us in the next bar, the tour could not function as a pack without a leader and split into several smaller tribes. We all woke up in our own beds. Tristan had left Greg a little surprise the night before. By surprise we mean a tar-like substance that he claims originated in his stomach. We've never seen Greg move that fast. What was once two in the top bunk quickly became three. It was really cozy.
The next day we said farewell to our friends and recovered at our hostel.
The rest of Munich was pretty uneventful as we set out for Zagreb the following day.
that looks like the darkest beer ive ever seen. Seems like tristan had a blast Ive decided you guys should grow out some mustaches or something, it'll look classy!
ReplyDeleteI sure did have a blast, by blast I mean absolutley wreaking havoc in the bathroom of the 2nd beer hall and eventually giving Greg something to cry about the next morning in bed and on the wall and on the floor beneath the bed............ lewl by the way anyone know what black puke means? (no it was not from the beer because that whole thing came up 15 minutes after I finished drinking it, I tried googling it and the only realistic thing that came up was old dry blood) ulcer perhaps?
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i think the ulcer might have developed because you have been so stressed out traveling the world. that or it's been too long since you've watched twilight. you have a 'missing robert pattinson' ulcer. it's the most logical explanation. ill email you a picture of him walking the streets of vancouver stat.
ReplyDeletespuds a big wimp...its not an ulcer
ReplyDeleteHey Gregs mom clarified that it was dried up blood, I definatley popped a blood vein in my stomach from the drinking/puking so thats kinda a relief i guess lewl
ReplyDeleteHey Nick, I think this was the same beer hall tour that I went on. Paul is an Aussie, right?
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He was British. He's in the 6th pic from the bottom. The tour left from euroyouth hotel. Hopefully he doesn't just take off in the middle of every tour
ReplyDeletehahaha.. You guys kill me. Miss you loosers !
ReplyDeleteChanelle